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Apr 2019
raised by wolves
fed carrion
drank the blood
of a fellow Samaritan
tainted
is what they called her
unacquainted
who would follow her
to herself she stayed
by herself she played
line after line
she scratched
thought after thought
got hatched
crazy ones
lazy ones
ones blood red
ones stud lead
they say child
gone lost her head
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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